Quantity of life vs quality of life. Why is everyone sheeting their bloomers over someone having their 'Willard Scott - Smuckers' moment due to longevity?...

Most of us, should we end up occupying this life into such noticeable years, will end up sitting in our own urine, parked in a Pinesol/amonia filled hallway of a state run 'retirement village' with oozing, unattended bedsores as underpaid, disinterested 'village associates' breeze past amidst smoke breaks...

No doubt my tone may change once I'm days/hours away from my 'time of departure' but holypharkmefivetimes, I'd rather just eat/do/live in a pleasurable manner as I see fit and kick off sooner than later.... and I'm in my 50s, so I hope to simply outlive my parents, nail one or two remaining bucket list items (ensuring I provide enough for both kids to make it through 4 years of undergrad work) then just go w/o any fuss. Copious amounts of blow off the stereotypic hooker's ass would help expedite such things no doubt... but I digress.